[Mr.Shhh]

I feel like chapter 5 (Mercy's dance at the club) worked well because of the build up to it.  I'm hoping to use a similar technique throughout the series.  Don't worry though, there's some serious muscle descriptions on the horizon.  There's also some surprising events in Mercy's past that are driving her to do what she does.  Those will come out over time. 

[Mr.Shhh]

Thanks Jeremy.  I assure you that the young version of Mercy will not be used in any sexually explicit way.  Like you said, she's there to give an idea of her origins. 

[Mr.Shhh]

THE HUNGER
Chapter 7
By: Mr. Shhh

That night, Mercy jerked and spasmed in her bed, her sheets wet with sweat.  Her massive muscles twitched rhythmically with her tortured face.

“Nuuhh… n-no…..”  She moaned, crying to the darkness. 

* * *

Mercy held the apex of a punishing cable curl – her small, 12 year old body shaking violently from the extreme effort.  Behind her, over half the weight stack of the universal gym was held aloft.  It would have been a challenge for a full grown man, let alone a girl barley 5 feet tall. 

“C’mon, Mercy!  3 more reps!”  Her father encouraged, his big body just inches away.

Mercy’s lips twitched as she struggled with everything she had.  Her body, while small and lithe, was impressively cut.  It was almost disturbing to see someone that young so totally shredded.  She put to shame most professional fitness competitors. 

"It h-hurts so b-bad…!!”  The girl cried, tears streaming down her face.

“The pain is good.  It means your muscles are growing.  You want big muscles don’t you?”

Mercy swallowed hard.  Taking a deep breath, she tightened her faced and powered through another rep.  Her muscular body flared with astounding detail as she willed the weights up.

Towards the top of the motion, she began to stall out.  Her arms shook as she struggled to keep the weights from falling.

“C’mon, don’t stop!  You can do it!”

Mercy shook her head in agony.

“I can’t….!!!”

“You can be the biggest bodybuilder in the world, Mercy.  You just have to want it!” 

“I-I…!!”

Mercy struggled with her grip.  The sweat pouring down her arms was making the handles slippery.  To her dismay, she could see the weight stacks falling slowly. 

She tensed her body with everything she had left, but still they fell. 

“Don’t let them fall, Mercy!  You can finish it!”  Her father yelled.

Veins flared along the young girl’s temples as she literally flexed her body to its zenith.  Her thin chest exploded with incredible striations.  Her shoulders and biceps became hyper-defined masses of pre-teen muscle.  Yet the weights kept falling… falling… falling…

* * *

Mercy sat up with a yell.  It took her a few seconds to realize she was in her rented room.  She was panting like she had run a marathon.  Her undershirt and hair were dripping with sweat. 

Holding up her arms, she tightened her forearms and looked at them.  Each one was a thick side of beef wrapped in veins and striations.  As she tightened her fists, their girth both expanded and tightened.  The size and breadth of her forearm musculature nearly doubled, while simultaneously becoming even more defined and vascular. 

She didn’t seem at all satisfied.

[Mr.Shhh]

Sorry for the long delay between chapters.  Everyone's input has been really strong so far and I've heard some good suggestions.  Things should get even more interesting in the next few parts ;).

THE HUNGER
Chapter 6
By: Mr. Shhh

Mercy was still pumped when she emerged from the dressing room.  Walking through the busy club, she drew stares from everyone.  An athletics t-shirt was brutally stretched over her ludicrously meaty back and bowling ball shoulders.  Thick veins could be seen pressing through the cotton and running across her bulbous biceps.  Even her jeans could barley contain her obscene thighs and calves. 

Ignoring the eyes on her, the sexy Amazon beef cake approached the bar.  Waiting for the busy bartender, she heard a soft voice beside her.

“Your performance was really hot.”

Mercy turned to see a one of the club’s strippers standing beside her.  The girl looked to be in her early twenties.  She was dressed in a tiny miniskirt that barely covered a tight, fitness girl physique.

“How does a girl get such big muscles?”  She asked, toying with her drink.

“Lots of vigorous exercise.”  Mercy replied, openly scanning the girl’s hot body. 

Whatever surgeon this girl had gone to, he’d done the job right.  Her huge tits were practically exploding off her muscular chest.

“Lifting all those big, heavy weights must get you so hot and sticky….”

Slowly, the girl’s hands began to run over the peaks and valleys of Mercy’s gigantic bicep.  She moved along her intensely vascular forearms and up her triceps.  The amount of veinage pulsating through Mercy’s flesh was almost sickening.

“You’re so dry.  But there must be some fat left somewhere on your body…”

The girl began to explore Mercy’s rippling torso.  As she moved closer, Mercy could feel the girl’s heaving breasts press against her.  Her nipples felt like two shot glasses.

“I’d love to peel this shirt off and explore every inch of your body in private.  That is, if you’re not shy….?”

The girl’s face was now inches from Mercy’s.  The massive bodybuilder could smell the girl’s perfume on her neck.

Suddenly, a harsh, baritone voice rang out.

“TANYA!”

Mercy watched the girl’s face tighten in panic.

The floor shook as a monstrous mountain of muscles made its way through the club.  Mercy recognized him immediately.  It was Brock Kruger himself, the state super-heavyweight champion.

“Get your ass over here!”

Two giant hands grabbed the girl and wrenched her away from Mercy. 

“What’re you wasting your time with this flabby slut for?  You’re only into the freakiest hardcore muscle around.

“I guess that’s why she was checking me out.”  Mercy muttered.

Brock’s tiny eyes widened noticeably.  The room seemed to go quiet as he turned to Mercy.

“Did you say something, bitch?”

Stepping up to the muscular girl athlete, his shadow all but eclipsed her.  His massive height and unyielding girth made him seem more like a building than a man.

Tilting her head, Mercy took in his mammoth body.  If ever there was a case for steroid abuse, Kruger was it.  His physique was so hideously over-developed that he looked like he was going to rip through his own skin.  He was ripped to the point that he seemed to be in a perpetual state of flex.

“I saw you on TV a few years ago.  You were pretty big.”  Mercy spoke, her voice soft and calm.

“I’ll be sure to give you an autograph after I smash your face into the pavement!”  Kruger hissed, raising his arm.

Taking a swing, Mercy caught his fist with her opposite hand.  To Kruger’s amazement, he found his arm frozen in place.

Neither the crowd, nor the hulking Kruger could believe what they were witnessing.  The two thick arms shook with strain as they pressed against each other.

Looking at Mercy, Kruger found her face a picture of restrained concentration.  Startling veinage began to appear all over her tight face and neck as she held him back.  More amazing was the state of her arm.  The amount of tightly coiled muscle packed beneath her straining skin seemed impossible.  Stitches pulled open along her shoulders and traps, revealing more and more tanned muscle beef.

“You’re not the biggest body in town anymore.”  Mercy muttered, her body shaking lightly.

“You think you’re bigger than me?”  Kruger yelled. 

“Bigger.  Stronger.  Prettier.”   

A smile curled across the straining muscleman’s lips.  He looked around at the audience.

“The little girl thinks she has what it takes to play with the big boys.  Okay then.  Come down to the arm wrestling competition tomorrow at the town hall and we’ll see if you’re man enough.”

Releasing his grip, Kruger turned and grabbed Tanya.  The worried girl looked back at Mercy as she was dragged out the door.

[Mr.Shhh]

Wow, lots going on while I've been gone. 

I hope I don't start getting a reputation for hijacking other people's ideas.  Trust me, I have no intention of stealing concepts or characters from other writers, particularly ones who's work I really enjoy.  I think the problem comes down to the fact that we're working in a very specific genre, so there's bound to be overlap.  Reaper, you've been very cool about all these similarities, and I respect that.  Feel free to email me if you'd like me to curtail some of the plot points in The Hunger so I'm not constantly stepping on your toes.

In terms of money, I'm pretty sure we all do this as a hobby.  If I was making money at it, I guarantee the output would be a lot more regular.  For now, it's a very cool creative outlet.  Plus all of the people on this board rock.  That helps. 

[Mr.Shhh]

Don't thank me, thank the moon's gravitational pull.  No really, these are three of the best artists out there.  I'm as much a fan as anybody :D. 

[Mr.Shhh]

Glad people enjoyed the chapter ;).  Mercy's path towards becoming the unified world bodybuilding champion has just begun.  More muscle action to come!

[Mr.Shhh]

THE HUNGER
Chapter 5
By: Mr. Shhh

The lights shut off in the club, plunging it into darkness. 

Hoots and hollers erupted as a slow, sensual song began playing.  The dirty lyrics sent an immediate charge of sexuality through the room. 

As a single light faded up, the audience noticed the silhouette of a body on stage, though its contours were so wide that it looked more like a small car.  The rim light grew slowly stronger revealing traps and shoulders that couldn’t possibly belong to a human being.

The noise in the room began to quiet down as people gazed at the statue-like figure.  Shoulders bled into a back of such astonishing width that it seemed to take up half the stage. 

At the back of the room, Bartello and the bouncers watched in rapt attention, their jaws opening in astonishment.  The other dancers had all gathered, even those who had the night off.  None of them could tear their eyes away from the stage.

More and more of the hulking colossus was revealed.  Thighs flared menacingly like two sides of beef.  Each calf was a distended pumpkin.

Waitresses stopped what they were doing and stared with fright.  The bartenders were transfixed.

By the time the first music track was done, the room was like a library. 

The next track kicked in, signaling a flood of pink and blue lights.  A pulsing, electronic tempo blasted through the speakers as the behemoth on stage turned around and met a thousand unbelieving faces.           

A dozen glasses and bottles crashed to the floor around the room.  Gasps and shrieks were heard everywhere.  Several people rushed for the exit.  A few fainted in the aisles. 

Mercy sauntered up the stage as gracefully as someone of her extreme bodyweight possibly could – each step testing the structural strength of the floor beneath her.  She stopped at the edge of the stage and presented herself for all to see.

The supposed “female” on stage wasn’t just huge or ripped, she was a complete monstrosity.  Bartello’s claims had been dead on – no one in the room had ever seen anyone even close to her level.

“Jesus…… H…… Christ…….”  One of the bouncers gasped, clearly shaken to his core. 

All around the room, dozens of self-proclaimed muscle maniacs found themselves similarly rattled.  She was just too big – too harshly cut. 

Everything about Mercy blew even the massive Olga out of the water.  This sexy, 5’6 dancer packed so much muscle mass that she completely dwarfed the 6’5, Teutonic ‘roid-monster.  Yet it was the totality of Mercy’s muscles – the sheer, monumental girth that made her so impossible to accept.   

Mercy put her small hands on her waist and tensed her chest.  Two pecs as thick as televisions crumpled into a twisted, razor-sharp orgy of striations.  Olga’s thick man-tits had been hardcore, but Mercy made her look like a Playboy playmate.  Not a hint of female breast tissue remained anywhere on Mercy’s chest.  Her pecs were laser-sculpted hunks of brute power.

Attempting to contain those rocky eruptions was a brass bra connected by chains.  What little clothing Mercy wore followed a similar motif – she was a bulging barbarian bodybuilder. 

Wrapped around her rippling arms were two brass bands.  A thin, metal g-string was all that hid her sexuality, while a pair of 5 inch, fur-lined stiletto boots gave her that “fuck-me” look.  Her silky black hair was braided and hung down her meaty back while a steel crown adorned her sharp, painfully-dieted face. 

Mercy’s flawless skin, bathed in baby blue light, had been wetted down with glitter from head to toe.  It did nothing to soften her unladylike brawn.  Her muscles were punishingly hard and masculine.

Bending down, Mercy reached into the first row and grabbed the shirts of two audience members.  With one in each hand, she clenched her teeth and hoisted the men out of their seats. 

The surprised men, each a heavy, blue collar type, dangled several feet in the air.  Clutching Mercy’s wrists, they felt dozens of vein-covered tendons writhing beneath their hands.

Mercy stared into the audience – her gaze almost as powerful as her grip.  Even with her body buried beneath hundreds of pounds of man-muscle, her raw, female sexuality was undeniable. 

Her already sizable lips had become swollen with arousal, making those over-stuffed dick-suckers totally obscene.  Moving her tongue in slow circles, her auburn lipstick began to glisten with saliva.  She could almost taste the blow-job fantasies coming to life in the audience.

Time seemed meaningless as the house cross-examined Mercy’s every movement.  Slowly, she lowered her tree-trunk arms until they were extended straight out – the two men’s combined bodyweight supported entirely by her inhuman strength. 

Her arms shook as dozens of veins flared through her skin.  They systematically covered every inch of her flesh until they joined the snakes in her wide shoulders.  Her huge, heavy biceps were so madly developed that even fully extended, they bulged outward like two cantaloupes.

With a sexy, dick-stiffening grunt, Mercy began to slowly curl the two men like a pair of dumbbells.  Half the jaws in the room dropped at once – each man had to weight at least 200 pounds.  A few of the closer audience members actually whipped their dicks out and started going to town. 

“Unnnnnhhhhh……..”  Mercy moaned as she began her second rep.  The dense vascularity covering her arms quickly spread across her tight chest and started running up her neck.  Her quads and hamstrings quivered under the strain.

“C’mon!  Lift ‘em you bitch!!”  A voice yelled. 

Mercy tightened her grip and pressed harder.

On the apex of her second curl, the humongous peak of her straining biceps almost touched her wrists.  The brass bands that were wrapped around them creaked under the stress of so much girl meat.

Down the men came, like two overgrown babies.  At the bottom of her motion, Mercy cried out in pain.

“Go for 3!!”  Came the voices of the audience.     

Mercy shifted her legs, sending ripples through her grotesquely lean thigh-muscles.  She looked like a living anatomy chart.  The expansion of her upper legs sent the sweep of her quads exploding past her waist by almost a full foot.       

The third rep was agonizingly slow.  The veinage that covered her bull-neck was now spreading across her face.  Yet even under such torture, there was no break in her machine-like precision.

Half-way up, the straining muscle bimbo cried out through clenched teeth, her erotic agony causing a dozen ejaculations.  Her body began to take on a wet sheen as sweat mixed with her glitter paint.

At the top of the rep, Mercy’s huge biceps literally pressed against her fists. 

With a loud ping, the brass bands gave up and exploded off her arms.

The demand of curling two full-grown men had caused Mercy’s back to become even more pumped than her arms.  Her already world-class V-shape had increased dramatically, resulting in a span wider than the tables in the club.  Her colossal deltoids, each a sculpted division of individual blades, were fast becoming absorbed by those meat wings.

By the time Mercy lowered the two men again, she had lost even the loosest sense of female shape.  The twitching trapezes muscles framing her head were rising like a fast tide.  With another curl, she might lose her neck entirely.  She looked like a human refrigerator.     

The audience was now opening cheering.  She was beyond their wildest dreams – a sexy slut stronger than any three of them put together.

“One more time, baby!”  Someone cried. 

Mercy’s arms shook hard.  Veins were pulsing across her forehead and temples.

“You can’t do it!”

“She’s too weak!!” 

Suddenly, the hyper-ripped bodybuilder shuddered and lifted the two men with one hard jerk.  The deeply split heads of her biceps squashed against her knuckles. 

Holding them at the top of her curl, her wet lips twitched with pain. 

Slowly, her arms began to separate as if she were doing deltoid presses.  Her body widened substantially as she brought her gargantuan arms to either side – the 2 heavy bodies still in her steel grasp. 

The audience couldn’t believe what they were witnessing.  Mercy was now in a full-on double-bicep pose, her entire body fully flexed and pumped to the extreme.  Her poor costume was totally overwhelmed.  Hunks of twitching pec muscle were overflowing past her barbarian bra in every direction. 

Taking in a deep breath, the chains finally gave way.  Metal exploded into the audience as Mercy’s naked muscle tits became completely exposed.  Without the bra to provide some semblance of womanhood, her chest was just too masculine.  The hideous mish-mash of veins, tendons and striations was out of control. 

Finally, Mercy lowered her arms and placed the two men on the stage.  They stood above her, their knees shaking.  Though they towered over her miniscule height, they looked like children next to her indescribable uber-mass.   

The sexy music track came to an end and the panting Mercy reached up and gave one of the men a sensual kiss on the lips.  As she turned and walked back up the stage, he looked as if he’d been kissed by a goddess.  So did the rest of the crowd.

[Mr.Shhh]

Now that's what I call a kiss.  Great work as always!

[Mr.Shhh]

These last two pics are sketch versions of drawings that appear on artist Zebodoy's pay webite.  His site is fantastic, as is his work, so I don't want to screw him by posting the full versions of these pics.  Suffice to say that he has incredible, full-colour versions of these on his site, plus a crapload of even better ones.  He's also committed to doing a pic for each chapter of Hardbody, so there's more to come.

The sketch for chapter two.  I can't get over the power Zebodoy is able to imbue his characters.  Jenna looks like she could lift a Hummer in this pic.  The detail in her skin is truly remarkable.  It takes a brave artist to go this extreme, yet Zeb's able to pull it off.  As you can imagine, I can't wait to see his next drawing ;D.

That's it for now.  My heartfelt thanks to all of the artists who contributed these incredible works.  Hopefully I'll be able to collect some drawings for future stories as well.  Take care! 

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